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Busta

Attention please, please
Can I have everybody's attention
So humorous, we laugh at all
The has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now baby
It's headbanger

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my weak
Ain't shit sweet, 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start in here
Now put your in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
Cause one night in the club gets your life on
You got whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so the rumors
Before you the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the
Now put your in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my Swizz
And we be here to present
Y'all niggas with other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with feet
we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will the congo
And bang on the bongo, to bounce on the bongo
New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin'
Open up mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta and memorable
You know we like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's bang out
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war with revolvers that out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, dem grams
smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business make you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

New York, they ready for it
A-T-L, ain't ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't for it
My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all that